Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 262: Still MY Omega

Zephan;

I just walked into my room, and found Elián standing in front of the room’s balcony, and this caused me to pause.

I thought he’d surely be asleep by now.

At first, I don’t understand what I’m seeing, but then I notice the details.

His eyes are red, swollen, and puffy... His hands are smudged with black ink, and his feet are completely bare against the stone floor that I’m certain is cold thanks to the current temperature of the room.

The room... is unnaturally cool, far colder than Nagari’s usual warm air. And in this... freezing space, Elián looks so... small.

So fragile. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

So heartbreakingly delicate.

My stomach drops at the sight of him in an oversized top and shorts, and before I even realise I’ve moved, I find myself rushing to him.

"Elián..." his name leaves my lips sharper than intended as the possibility of him catching a cold rushes at me.

"What are you doing standing barefoot on the cold floor? You already chilled the entire room and now you’re walking about with nothing on your feet? Light, you’ll catch a cold..." I scold, and his mouth falls open.

"I was only..." He begins, but I don’t let him argue.

I scoop him up effortlessly, ignoring his soft squeak of surprise, and carry him straight to the bed like he weighs nothing.

He settles onto the blankets, confused and blinking up at me with those wide red eyes, and something inside my chest cracks open.

The mere thought of anything hurting him scares me. But not as much as the thought that I can not protect him from every harm.

I stand in front of him and he tries to stand as well, but I grab his shoulder.

"Stay," I instruct, with my voice lower now and much softer. He pouts, but doesn’t disobey.

I turn and walk to the table, grab a cloth, and dampen it with water from my jug. When I come back to him, he tries to speak, but I quiet him with a look as I gently take his hands.

There’s ink beneath his thumb, all over his palms and even some on his cheek. He still doesn’t know how to use a quill, does he?

He’s like a little child just learning how to write.

"What were you doing?" I ask quietly before looking up from his messy hands.

"Why are your hands like this?" I add, and he hesitates, and then whispers:

"I... I was writing a letter. To Koda." He responds, and I pause.

Just for a moment.

Something sharp twists beneath my ribs... I thought I could make him comfortable and happy here, but Elián is still Elián. A little comfort and a few laughs won’t let him forget the horrors that befell Gravemaw before he left.

His heart is too big for that, and he is so in love with Koda...

I nod once and continue wiping his fingers till they are completely clean.

"How is Gravemaw?" I ask, with my voice much steadier, and controlled now.

I know how Gravemaw is... I know exactly how it is. Koda writes to Zephan and me too, and he made us promise not to tell Elián that Queen Cassia lost her beast.

If not, this little bud would blame himself for it...

"How is Koda?" I continue, and Elián blinks at me softly.

"Fine," he whispers.

"Everyone is fine. They’re rebuilding... Koda said they’re making progress." He adds, and I can hear the happiness in his voice.

I nod again.

I finish cleaning his hands... the ink on his palms, the little streaks on his wrists, as well as the smudge on his soft cheek which he didn’t even realise was there.

When I’m done, I move to stand, but he suddenly grabs my wrist.

His grip is small. Warm... but desperate.

My heart stops when I feel the emotion in that embrace, and I turn to him.

He looks terrified.

Not frightened of danger.

Not startled... But terrified of... me??

His lips wobble as he tries to speak, and my heart starts pounding.

"Zephan... are you... Are you angry at me?" He whispers in fear, and my body goes cold.

"No," I answer immediately, but he shakes his head.

"You are," he whispers.

"You must be... You found out I’m a...a primordial, and I didn’t tell you, and I should have, and now you’ll think I’m weird or dangerous, or..."

"Elián..."

"...or you won’t want to be close to me anymore, and you and Zethar will start staying away from me like you both did today, and..."

"Elián." I try to speak, but he keeps talking, panicked, with his voice cracking as tears brim in his eyes.

"I didn’t want to lie or hide it. I swear I didn’t...I just didn’t know enough yet, and I was scared, and now you know and I don’t want you to think I’m...I’m... dangerous or... or that I betrayed you... I just..." He starts crying, and my heart stops.

"I don’t want to lose you," he whispers, breaking completely, and something inside me breaks.

I don’t think it through...I don’t hesitate... It just feels like the right thing to do, so I...

I drop back down to my knees, take his face between my hands, and kiss him.

His breath hitches, and I feel the shock travel through him, stiffening every delicate muscle, but it only lasts a heartbeat.

And then he melts... Completely.

His lips tremble beneath mine, warm and sweet and tasting faintly of fear and longing. I kiss him again, gentler this time. Comforting, hopefully grounding... And claiming. When I pull back, his eyes are wide and glossy and he’s breathing like I stole half his soul.

I rest my forehead against his, and he sniffles.

"Listen to me," I whisper, and he nods

"You are important to me, Elián," I speak and the honesty in those words cause my voice to crack.

"Primordial or omega. Powerful or not. Your status doesn’t change anything." I add, and he swallows hard, with tears still silently escaping his eyes.

"You being a primordial only means there’s more about you to learn. It doesn’t make you someone I should fear. Or avoid... or treat differently." I confess, and his fingers find my robe.

He holds on like he’s drowning and how delicate he is, causes my heart to ache.

I lift his chin gently with my hand, and he sniffles as he stares at me.

"You could become the strongest being in the entire world," I whisper,

"You could become a god for all I care, but you would still be my omega. You would still be my Elián. I will still take care of you." I add, and his breath shudders.

"And... and Zethar?" he whispers, and I smile as I caress his cheek.

"He feels the same," I assure him.

"You’re ours to protect. Ours to look after. That won’t change because you’re a Premodial... I promise." I add, and a small sob escapes him.

He suddenly throws his arms around me, wrapping himself against my chest, and burying his face there.

I hold him without thinking.

His warmth... his trembling... His breath against my skin.

I run my fingers through his hair... the soft, loose waves brushing my palm... and I feel something fierce bloom inside my heart.

Something frightening. Something inevitable.

The realisation of how much I love Elián.

I love him hopelessly. Completely.

And I can’t even try to stop it.

He clings to me, and I stroke his back in slow circles, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing as it gradually steadies.

"I didn’t want to disappoint you..." He whispers against my chest.

"You never could," I breathe into his hair, and his arms tighten around me.

We stay like this for a while until his trembling fades and only gentle silence remains.

I however don’t let go.

I don’t want to. Not yet.

Not after realising how much I want to keep him safe, how much I want to protect every frightened part of him, how far I’m willing to go just to see him smile again.

I tighten my arms around him as a silent promise forms in my chest.

I will not let him break.

I will not let him fear being alone.

I will not let anyone... not even his own thoughts...make him feel unwanted.

Not while I love him the way I do.